It Takes Courage
By InuYashaBaby1
Pairings (because, there is A-LOT!)AU: Kagome/InuYasha, Sango/Miroku (Sometimes)
Miroku/O.C., Miroku/Other OC, Sesshomaru/OC, Sesshomaru/OC, OC/Bankotsu, another OC/Bankotsu, Koga/OC, Koga/Other OC Jakotsu/OC (Yes *Gasps* It's a GIRL!)
Rin/Kohaku (Barely in existents….) OC/OC Yeah… That's it''
Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha. I do not own several OC's used in this fan fiction. But it just so happens the owner of said OCS Are my friends and I do in fact have permission to use them.
AN: Heyy, Yash here. This chapter introduces a favorite character of mine, Sarany. Sarany is owned by the glorious SilenceX, and Kiysku, Kiyre and Sakura (and Kaoku) belong to the great shipporinKIMS11. I probably should mention that you should read their stories if you wanna know more about Sarany and Sakura. Also-I've never been to Japan, so my knowledge of the setting comes from reading tons of manga-forgive me if I'm wrong. Sorry about the long AN YAY! Review please! All written in italics is spoken in English.
Chapter 4
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I stared at the setting sun for a while. It was beautiful, lovely even. The blues, pinks, and oranges, complimented the omniscient presence of Mt. Fuji near. I leaned farther down on the bridge, turning my gaze to the smashing water beneath it. I inhaled, the cool smell of salt flooring me. I had always loved the ocean. The way it crashed against the waves, the way it could pull back so quickly with the tides.
"Hey," A rough voice sighed from behind me, and I turned to face the owner of it. He was clearly his brothers well...brother. They looked so alike. Alike-yet different.
InuYasha's lips were turned into a dastardly scowl, his eyes were a diluted amber, not as crisp as Sesshomaru's. It appeared as it there was another color swirled somewhere in the caverns of his eyes. Maybe it was violet. His hair was long and pulled back into a pony tail, it was white not silver. He had dog ears that twitched silently with the rolling breeze. He was wearing a shirt that said 'Bite me' on it, he was wearing faded jeans and converse. He looked at me suspiciously.
"Hi." I replied, turning to him. I was wearing a tee-shirt and some sweats, basic stuff. I wasn't planning on seducing him or anything, no, not on Sundays. Just kidding, I knew when to stay out of girl's ways. That girl was Kagome-captain of the archery team, who would mess with that? I didn't want to be walking around with an arrow in my head.
"So, your Miroku's new sister." InuYasha sighed, trying to be relatively polite. It was hard for him, I could tell that much.
"And you're Sesshie's brother." I concluded. His jaw tightened as if I had stunned him with a electric shock.
"What of it?" He said, leaning on a pulled over motorcycle. This guy was clearly trying to be a bad ass. He was fairly good at it, too.
"How much has he changed since Kimberly died?" it really felt strange talking about myself that way, but I had to know.
"He's gotten a little colder, if that's possible," He laughed, as if it were some impossible joke. I didn't understand-what could be funny about that? I winced slightly.
"Yeah...and what about that Kitamika?"I paused, before growling out "His wife."
"She's an utter pain." He rolled his eyes. "God, she's such a bitch!"
"What did she do?" I asked him.
"She through her plate at him in the middle of dinner, and she broke my mother's fine china." He shrugged before adding. "We did nothing to her, so..."
"Thanks." I nodded before turning to walk away, I didn't want to pester the guy. He looked like he had a whole lot on his mind. Like-how can I get Kagome to do me on a school night?
"Wait." He called, grabbing my shoulder. "Howdgya get my number?"
"Your girlfriend's friends with my best friend." I simply shrugged away his hand.
"You've been here for four days, and already you have connections." He laughed. "Have you met Kags yet?"
"Kagome? No, not yet." I smiled lightly. "I'm sure she's great." His face brightened, a grin stretched from ear to ear.
"Great is an understatement." His eyes sparkled.
"Your bike got a name?" I asked him quietly.
"Yeah," His eyes just went on glittering. "Tetusaiga."
"Huh." I left with that and smiled when I heard the revving engine behind me. I noticed a woman standing on a street corner, trying to read a map. She was tan, and lovely. Her hair was a deep brown, and she was biting her lip.
"Do you need help with that?" I asked her sweetly. She didn't look up from the map, which I realized was written in English. "Do you need help with that?" I asked her a second time, this time in English, my clear Bostonian accent coming through.
She looked up, her eyes a glazed over dark blue. There was a bandage across her forehead, and I realized this woman was about 30 years old. She looked older, as if aged by some unknown force. She smiled weakly at me.
"You speak English?" She asked.
"Yeah. Where are you looking to go?" I replied, but she seemed more interested in me.
"You have no accent, well, not a Japanese one. So you aren't Japanese?"Her eyes were squinted at me.
"No, I'm not Japanese. I'm American. Yourself?"
"Ah, me too." She ran a shaking hand through her hair. "I'm from Alaska, you?"
"Massachusetts-Boston." I conformed, remembering the smell of the sausages cooking outside of Fenway Park. "Go Red Sox." She laughed at that calmly.
" I should have guessed. You sure do know how to make a girl feel at home." She nodded her head in time to what she was saying. "Do you know where the local private high school is? I can't pronounce the name, but it's somewhere around here, and my daughter's going there, so..."
I pointed to my left, almost knocking a man off his bike. He dodged me, but swore at me. I kept pointing, and smiled. "You take a left here, and then you keep going. It's a big, scary looking building on your right. I go there, by the way."
"YOU DO?" She suddenly looked excited. "I'm so glad! I was nervous about sending my precious Sarany there without her knowing anyone."
"Yeah, it's a rough place. I've only been going there for a couple of days."
"Oh. Well, how long have you been living here?"
"8 years."
"How do you keep your English so good?"
"I practice." I smiled at this woman. "I'm Kimi, by the way." I put my hand out to shake hers. She didn't take it, so I put it down.
"Kimi, huh? Is that Japanese?"
"Yeah, my real name is Kimberly, but, they ended up just calling me Kimi instead."
"Well, it was good to meet you, Kimi." She smiled at me and walked away. She walked to the right. I was dumbstruck, and I wasn't quite so sure why. Had this woman played me? What would she had gained from that? It occurred to me that I should call out to her, to tell her that she was going to wrong way, but it also occurred to me that she hadn't given me her name.
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Monday Morning
I slid down the banister and smiled to see Sango slapping Miroku. That ass deserved it really. He was such a pervert. It was raining, and there was no early morning sunshine streaming through the windows as there was in most stories. I returned my look to Sango who was about halfway down the stairs.
"Did you spend the night?" I asked. Her face became coated in a red fire, a blush.
"Yes," She stated calmly. She was walking a little funny.
"Was that your first time?" I gasped. She nodded.
"I...I held out on him, but I was afraid, because he's always flirting with other woman and sleeping with other women..." Her voice dropped to a hiss. "I just couldn't be second best any longer."
I laughed at her jealousy and bounced into the kitchen. Mushin , the old, fat drunk cook, stood behind the counter holding a plate of pancakes and bacon.
"Blueberry!" he exclaimed. I stared at him for a moment, curious about why his cheeks were red and pushed up into an unnatural grin.
"Oh, you mean the pancakes!" I laughed at my own stupidity and took the plate. I settled into a cushioned chair, shoveling pile after pile of bacon into my mouth and daintily eating a bite of pancakes. Mushin laughed again, taking a swig out of his corona. I hoped up, leaving about half of my pancakes there and got ready to start the day. I smiled when I hoped into the garage and saw my familiar motorcycle leaning on the side wall. It was green and silver, and old. A classic Harley. I got it a couple years back, I swiped it from a girl in a rival gang-there were still blood stains on the fender, and that's the way I liked it. I smiled to myself and shoved my hands in my pockets.
I quickly jogged over to the bike, I still had at least an hour before school started and it only took 5 minutes to get there from here. I smiled as I revved the engine and speeded away, forgetting my helmet but not caring. (AN-remember children! Though kimi is a bad ass it's still not okay for her not to wear a helmet and you should always wear one!) I reached the school and was surprised that no one had arrived yet, well, no one save Koga and the gang.
Koga's hair was in a loose ponytail, his eyes were a crisp blue and his uniform was cut to show off his muscles. I tasseled my hair and walked by him.
"Hey," He called out, grabbing my arm. "You wanna go out?"
"Nope." I replied simply, thinking of that delicious teacher waiting inside for me.
"Are you sure?" His voice had a think sexy growl to it, a tone I rather liked.
"Maybe later, big boy." I tugged playfully on his tie and walked away. I swayed my hips a little, and I could hear the members of his gang whistle as I walked away. I pulled open the door and stepped inside.
The empty hallways were eerie, and I shuddered. I never liked schools, and the empty hall ways only made it worse. I sauntered quickly to my locker, pulling my bag off my shoulders. The combination, though I had just got it yesterday, was simple. 16-38-16. The lock pulled open with a click and I pulled a mirror, a pencil case, and a couple of pictures out of my bag. I decorated my locker in a hurry, not wanting it to be you know, impersonal. A girl walked by me and she was clearly lost. Her get up was seriously ridiculous.
She was wearing the school uniform, yes, but it was clearly way too big for this short girl. She was wearing loose pants, and a long sleeved shirt. PLUS a hoodie. Over her head, she wore a veil over her face, but not the type they wear in Afghanistan. No-it was different, like a black wedding veil. She was staring at a piece of paper and wandering around. She tripped, and fell backward. I covered my mouth in an attempt to cover my snickers. Her veil fell off, revealing beautiful brown hair. The brown hair of the woman I had met yesterday. Her skin was a dark brown, and she cussed something under her breath something clearly in English.
"Are you alright?" A peppy girl ran over and asked. This girl was lovely, and I recognized her as the cheerleader named Kaki. The tan girl smiled back at Kaki, but didn't reply.
"Are you alright, that's what she said." I commented to the girl. She looked at me, and frowned.
"I know," The girl replied harshly as if I had stabbed her with a jagged blade, taking Kaki's hand and pulling herself up. "Thanks a bunch, I'm alright." Her Japanese wasn't that bad, only a couple of lapses in pronunciation.
"Just ignore her," Kaki smiled. "Don't let her rain on your parade! I'm Kaki, by the way."
"Sarany." The girl replied. I guess this was the woman I had met's daughter.
"That's a cool name." Kaki replied, leading her away. "What ethnicity is it?"
"It's Indian." Sarany answered. I just turned back to my locker. I stuffed my bag in there and shut it quickly, walking to my homeroom.
I reached the door quickly, looking through the small glass to make sure that sensei was the only one in there, and he was. I opened the door quickly, and shut it quietly.
"Heyya, teach." I smiled at him, and he looked up from his paper work.
"Good morning, Hatsuki." He replied coldly. I licked my lips and walked over to the desk. Leaning on it, I created some cleavage and winked at him.
"You wanna get together after school?" I asked him. He looked up from his paper, and shook his head.
"Kimi, I told you."
"I know, but I've never been one for direction." I tapped my finger on his nose.
"Kimi, if you ever try to seduce me again, I'll have you expelled. Is that clear?" He looked me dead in the eyes as he said it. I felt like crying. I had been rejected before, of course, what girl hasn't? I hadn't felt this much rejection for a long time. I turned from him and walked out the door. I bumped a girl on the way out. She blushed as her notebook fell out of her arms. Her skin was porcelain white, her hair a black like mine, but shorter. Her hair only came up to her chin. I jumped a little at her eyes, they were a scolding red. She smiled at me.
"Hey." She said.
"Hi." I handed her back her notebook.
"You must be that new girl, Kimi."
"I'm not that new. There is even newer meat to chew." I commented, referring to Sarany.
"No, I'm not that interested in her. Only you." Her eyes sparkled. "I'm Sasha." I shook her hand, and she walked away. I couldn't help but think that girl was strange. I could have sworn she was into me. Sasha, huh? I might just have to watch out for her.
FLASHBACK
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"Kimi-san!" Kyon called, jogging after the eleven year-old.
"Yeah, Kyon-kun?" She said innocently, gazing up at him with her emerald orbs. His red eyes glittered at her behind his brown tinted contacts. He smiled lightly.
"You look really nice today." He commented slyly, grinning inwardly at the blush crossing her face. She was wearing a pair of short-shorts and a tank top. Maximum skin-just the way he liked it. Hatsuru looked at him disapprovingly.
"Thank you." Kimi said sweetly, her voice cracking slightly.
"Kimi, we should really go, the movie's going to start." Hatsu pleaded, trying anything, anything, to get Kimi away from this monster of a teenager.
"Mind if I join you?" Kyon probed. "I mean, I am Kimi's boyfriend." He added, and Hatsu's eyes seared with pure anger.
"Yeah, sure." Kimi shrugged, turning to go into the movie theater, anxious to view a new movie. Before she could open the door, Kyon pulled her back, pulling her into a kiss. Because Kimi liked to keep her eyes closed, she couldn't see the cruel wink that Kyon gave his 'brother'. It was a smug wink, and it made Hatsu fume with jealousy. Kyon pulled away from Kimi, and held her hand.
"I love you," Kyon said nonchalantly. He said it every day.
"Yeah, ditto." Kimi replied, which sent Kyon into a brief moment of anger. He hated when she did that. She had never told him she loved him. I mean, they were good together, where they not?
The truth was, Kimi didn't love him. He knew it. He wasn't worried-by the time he was done, she would love him. He was sure of it.
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"Kimi?" Sakura called to me, jogging over.
"Hey, Kura." I smiled at her.
"So, I guess you met Sasha." She said.
"Yeah," I shrugged. "I did."
"She's been dying to meet you. I've meant to introduce you, but I keep forgetting. She's really a nice girl. She added." I nodded, looking closely at Kura's face. Although it was a couple of days ago, she still had a bruise on her cheek bone which she had covered expertly with cover up. I knew her too well to not notice, though.
It was a reminisce of what a horrible monster could do, a terrible, horrible monster. Horrible monsters were all over. They were everywhere. I couldn't fight them off. I felt as if I was drowning, and I wasn't sure why. I wasn't sure what this feeling of dread was, but I could sense it. I looked past Sakura's shoulder, and saw Sasha looking directly at me, her eyes bearing into mine. Oh. That's where it was from.
"Kimi?" Sakura shook my shoulder, as if I had been in some dream state.
"Huh?"
"I said did you write the paper for Naraku's class yet? I know it's due Thursday, but I'm having some trouble figuring out the order of the battles of the hundred years war, you know history isn't my strong suit. Could you help me out?"
"Sure," I said, looking back into Sakura's perfect crystal eyes. Suddenly, the dread was washed away, as if someone had put out a fire. "Sure, I'll help you with it."
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AN: I introduced a lot of Ocs in this one, I hope you could keep track. LOL. R&R. I know it's short, but I have a lot to do, so... you know.
